A trip through Italy, Sicily, Tunisia, Algeria and southern France . on; when hehears the interminable beat of the low-voiceddrums and the never-ceasing monotony of theshrill pipes; when he sees the banners of theProphet, malignant green and red and gold, thenthis Christian foreigner feels that here is somethingwhich he cannot understand; that here are peoplevoicing the ideals of the Mohammedan world,which somehow seems to become suddenly larger,and that he himself has had a mistaken con-ception of what Mohammedanism means. Andwhen his eyes behold the rise and fall of glitteringaxes upon shave
A trip through Italy, Sicily, Tunisia, Algeria and southern France . on; when hehears the interminable beat of the low-voiceddrums and the never-ceasing monotony of theshrill pipes; when he sees the banners of theProphet, malignant green and red and gold, thenthis Christian foreigner feels that here is somethingwhich he cannot understand; that here are peoplevoicing the ideals of the Mohammedan world,which somehow seems to become suddenly larger,and that he himself has had a mistaken con-ception of what Mohammedanism means. Andwhen his eyes behold the rise and fall of glitteringaxes upon shaven heads of man and boy, and hehears the peculiar rattle of contact between headand weapon, and sees the beginning of the redflood, which gradually spreads down over faceand neck and garments, witnesses the ecstasies ofpain in the name of Allah, then somehow the sunseems to become unbearably hot, the air stifling,the shriek of the pipes and the beat of the drumssimply infernal, and with it all comes just a faintimpression of what fear might be, and the desire [72 1.
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